Eulogy For A Love Song
Days are dreary nights are cold,
reach out for something left to hold,
stained glass windows pure and pale,
devoid of feeling as I exhale.
The silent line no longer hurts,
since daylight grayed a final verse,
to speak to tell to sing aloud,
beyond the memories never found.
A final breath before the plunge,
we open up our hearts and lungs,
while flowing ever gracefully,
beyond the desert to the sea.
I slowly sink beneath the waves,
take comfort in a watery grave,
and warming smiles that I have found,
lay broken here beneath the ground.
"Are you happy being alive?"
"Did I ever exist at all?"
Days are dreary nights are cold,
reach out for something left to hold,
stained glass windows pure and pale,
devoid of feeling as I exhale.
The silent line no longer hurts,
since daylight grayed a final verse,
to speak to tell to sing aloud,
beyond the memories never found.
A final breath before the plunge,
we open up our hearts and lungs,
while flowing ever gracefully,
beyond the desert to the sea.
I slowly sink beneath the waves,
take comfort in a watery grave,
and warming smiles that I have found,
lay broken here beneath the ground.
"Are you happy being alive?"
"Did I ever exist at all?"
There Will Be Blood...
The fire's burning bright!
come gather round,
and lend an eager ear.
To hear a tale of sorrow,
the world renowned,
of innocence and fear.
The tale once told,
of winter's warmth,
now ghostly played in thought.
The sun won't shine,
until the day,
that heaven becomes nought.
The child, you see is beautiful,
and actions they compare.
With healthy mind
and happy heart,
a friend he holds in there.
They frolicked to,
and sometimes fro,
both playful and abound.
His feline friend,
a merry one,
when called was always found.
Oh how they danced,
and pranced,
and sung of joyful exploits so.
"The cat and I are best of friends,"
and friendship it did grow.
Beyond the moon,
and stars so bright,
lived worlds of just their own.
The two best friends,
of different kinds,
but of a common home.
And all was well,
or so it seemed,
to stranger or to kin.
But deep inside,
that little boy,
a monster dwelled within.
It told him tales,
of dark descent,
and poison in his heart.
And circumstance,
of all he knew,
and tore it all apart.
While best of friends,
the boy did toil,
come pure of heart and mind.
Til one sad day,
in mid July,
The monster he did find.
His feline friend,
while pure of heart,
and loyal to the grave.
The little cat,
who never knew,
of savagery depraved.
Without a word,
he cut him loose,
of friendship and of life.
He cut so deep,
it pierced his soul,
and stained upon the knife.
The boy stared blanlky into the eyes,
of his feline friend.
Who ever watching,
pure of thought,
faded with a breath.
"Oh little cat,
why do you sing,
a melody tonight?"
Played on a blade,
that's running red,
draw lines across the sky.
Beyond the moon,
and stars so bright,
beyond the deep blue sea.
Trapped in a world,
of just his own,
where no one ever sees.
"Don't cry tonight, little star,
there's life left to be lived."
Abound in splendour,
drenched in blood,
the boy plays onwards still.
That fateful night,
he look the life,
of his one true friend.
A little cat,
who always cared,
will haunt him til the end...
The fire's burning bright!
come gather round,
and lend an eager ear.
To hear a tale of sorrow,
the world renowned,
of innocence and fear.
The tale once told,
of winter's warmth,
now ghostly played in thought.
The sun won't shine,
until the day,
that heaven becomes nought.
The child, you see is beautiful,
and actions they compare.
With healthy mind
and happy heart,
a friend he holds in there.
They frolicked to,
and sometimes fro,
both playful and abound.
His feline friend,
a merry one,
when called was always found.
Oh how they danced,
and pranced,
and sung of joyful exploits so.
"The cat and I are best of friends,"
and friendship it did grow.
Beyond the moon,
and stars so bright,
lived worlds of just their own.
The two best friends,
of different kinds,
but of a common home.
And all was well,
or so it seemed,
to stranger or to kin.
But deep inside,
that little boy,
a monster dwelled within.
It told him tales,
of dark descent,
and poison in his heart.
And circumstance,
of all he knew,
and tore it all apart.
While best of friends,
the boy did toil,
come pure of heart and mind.
Til one sad day,
in mid July,
The monster he did find.
His feline friend,
while pure of heart,
and loyal to the grave.
The little cat,
who never knew,
of savagery depraved.
Without a word,
he cut him loose,
of friendship and of life.
He cut so deep,
it pierced his soul,
and stained upon the knife.
The boy stared blanlky into the eyes,
of his feline friend.
Who ever watching,
pure of thought,
faded with a breath.
"Oh little cat,
why do you sing,
a melody tonight?"
Played on a blade,
that's running red,
draw lines across the sky.
Beyond the moon,
and stars so bright,
beyond the deep blue sea.
Trapped in a world,
of just his own,
where no one ever sees.
"Don't cry tonight, little star,
there's life left to be lived."
Abound in splendour,
drenched in blood,
the boy plays onwards still.
That fateful night,
he look the life,
of his one true friend.
A little cat,
who always cared,
will haunt him til the end...
Midnight Starlight (Goodnight, Little Star)
Pristine beauty forged in moonlight, snowflake smiles, cold and hollow.
The crisp, cool air caresses my body as you caress my heart with a steady hand.
Midnight starlight smiles down upon us, bathing you in an eerie glow.
You take my hand and lead me to your warm embrace, my haven from the piercing cold,
eloquently in our time of passion.
And while our rise to melancholy continues, I wait, hoping for, longing for, my moment of redemption.
And as the snowflakes fall from the sky, you stare out the window, dreaming of more, and I am left in the shadows, cold and alone. Fleeting nostalgia is my companion in the aftermath, a deadened time longing for the past.
Reminiscing, I return, humbled and defeated, and you turn away, the freezing smile trickling onto your porcelain face. At the apex of your song, I begged "may I cut in" but the hour was late, and the dream was over.
And the stars still shine down on us, their lustre somehow beyond me, and intangible beauty in this malestrom of sin. I turn once more to you, seeking your addictive embrace, and I am met with a warm smile, but a cold heart.
I am lost in your splendour, wandering aimlessly, until I hit my mark of perfection.
I reach my zenith as I climb beneath the sheets, huddled in your radiance, your love turns warm, and I die once more. But what becomes of me when the moment has passed?
I lie here in poetic dismay, grasping tightly to the past, and fearing the truths of our existance.
Once more the bitterness surrounds me, leading me like a paper doll. I close my eyes to the rising sun, and join you in your dreams for something more.
And like the stars I fade, sinking below lines of green, and silohuetted by the golden embrace of another painful day. Finally, I stop, drowning in shallow slumber, with you by my side, my silent companion lost in thought as usual. I reach for your heart, but only find your lifeless body, offered for the meagre price of unfamiliarality.
As you hold onto me, your silken touch elpoing me, I die once more, and retreat to my haven of hollow fleeting joy. I am rewarded for my loyalty with a sympathetic smile, but a hardened heart.
And one last time, I find you, on this freezing night, abound in all your splendour, speaking words so soft they break my heart. And as you accompany me in a quick fall, we dance together, our souls intertwined, and we sing with an unrivalled beauty.
Pristine beauty forged in moonlight, snowflake smiles, cold and hollow.
The crisp, cool air caresses my body as you caress my heart with a steady hand.
Midnight starlight smiles down upon us, bathing you in an eerie glow.
You take my hand and lead me to your warm embrace, my haven from the piercing cold,
eloquently in our time of passion.
And while our rise to melancholy continues, I wait, hoping for, longing for, my moment of redemption.
And as the snowflakes fall from the sky, you stare out the window, dreaming of more, and I am left in the shadows, cold and alone. Fleeting nostalgia is my companion in the aftermath, a deadened time longing for the past.
Reminiscing, I return, humbled and defeated, and you turn away, the freezing smile trickling onto your porcelain face. At the apex of your song, I begged "may I cut in" but the hour was late, and the dream was over.
And the stars still shine down on us, their lustre somehow beyond me, and intangible beauty in this malestrom of sin. I turn once more to you, seeking your addictive embrace, and I am met with a warm smile, but a cold heart.
I am lost in your splendour, wandering aimlessly, until I hit my mark of perfection.
I reach my zenith as I climb beneath the sheets, huddled in your radiance, your love turns warm, and I die once more. But what becomes of me when the moment has passed?
I lie here in poetic dismay, grasping tightly to the past, and fearing the truths of our existance.
Once more the bitterness surrounds me, leading me like a paper doll. I close my eyes to the rising sun, and join you in your dreams for something more.
And like the stars I fade, sinking below lines of green, and silohuetted by the golden embrace of another painful day. Finally, I stop, drowning in shallow slumber, with you by my side, my silent companion lost in thought as usual. I reach for your heart, but only find your lifeless body, offered for the meagre price of unfamiliarality.
As you hold onto me, your silken touch elpoing me, I die once more, and retreat to my haven of hollow fleeting joy. I am rewarded for my loyalty with a sympathetic smile, but a hardened heart.
And one last time, I find you, on this freezing night, abound in all your splendour, speaking words so soft they break my heart. And as you accompany me in a quick fall, we dance together, our souls intertwined, and we sing with an unrivalled beauty.
